Dinner

He sits in  splendor                                          
worthless ass kissed
At his front
A table with food for gods                                         
he can see all but sees not
But dark things, rotting
Without care of men or
The cesspool in which they cavort
Unseeing
Mistaken
He swims there
Too
and is in act
The fetid pool
Itself hisself
Who knew
Now you do
What then